Fust and foremost of all the lot stands “The Flock of Sheep,” by Mr. COOPER, and as this happens to be one of the things as I does understand, I makes no hesitation in saying, that there’s about a dozen of the werry finest saddles of mutton there as I ewer seed, ewen at the honored Manshun House!  Next comes the grand pictur called “One and Twenty.”  Ah! ain’t they jest a jolly set, and ain’t they all a drinking the young swell’s health, and manny appy returns of the day?  Why you can amost hear ’em.

And now jest a word and a hint to all our great Painters.  Pray what is picters painted for?  Is it to make peeple werry sollem, and werry sorry, and werry unappy?  Ain’t we got reel trubbles, and reel sorrows enuff in the world, without painting sham ones?  And yet I do declare that, arter looking at them two wundurful picters of “The Crisis,” and “The Doctor,” and feeling as there wasn’t not no chance for either of the poor things to recover, that the kind Doctor’s trubble was all in wain, and that the poor Mother wood soon have to bear the awfullest trubble as she coud ewer know, I left the place as fast as I coud get out, for fear the peeple shoud notice the big round tears as woud run down my silly old cheeks.  Oh, Mr. FILDES, Mr. FILDES, to think that jest a few little delicate touches of your magic brush woud have sent away thousands of appy hearts, instead of hundreds of miserable ones, ort to make you resolve always to put jest a gleam of hope in your wunderful pictures in future.

There was about the same number of staggerers as ushal, and I again arsks, who has the hordacity to buy ’em?  I wunder what Mrs. ROBERT woud say if I took one home to my sober dwelling!  But, jest as I was a coming away, I seed one of the most howdacions of the lot, and it was named “The Judgment of Paris"! I had often heard as the French was werry free and bold in all these sort of things, but I newer coud have thort that our Royal Academy swells coud have so lowered theirselves as to condescend to submit the whole of the Picters in the Exhibition to the judgment of the Paris Painters, or that they wood have slected the greatest staggerer as the one in their judgment the most worthy of the werry fust prize.  I don’t think as it says much for their taste.

ROBERT.

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OBVIOUS.

The Times says, sagely, “There is a good deal of human nature in Ireland.”  That would not so much matter if there were less of inhuman nature—­as exemplified in “carding” women, “houghing” cattle—­and ruthlessly evicting rack-rented tenants.

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ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.

EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P.